Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.